Chapter 598

We were designed for abundance and joy:

We all wish that every day we live could be a good day filled with joy and happiness and promise …… with love and kindness and prosperity and above all, good health.

We all have the good days and we tend to focus on them and wish that every day we live could be a really good day.

But the fact of life that none of us can escape is that along with the good days, we are always going to have our share of the ones that are not so good too. We are all going to experience days when nothing seems to go right at all. There is no escaping the bad days. If we are human, then we are going to have them and that is that!

But the saving grace to this eternal truth is that the days we consider to be bad are only as bad as we allow them to be. As humans we are very resilient — more resilient than we might imagine ourselves to be sometimes and when the chips are down, we often find that we are stronger than we think we are — that whatever phantom appears to haunt us, it truly cannot hurt us very much if we set our minds to refusing it the pleasure of messing with us for too long a time.

Defeats are not forever unless we let them be.

I used to say, “No one who has never been sick can ever really understanding what healing is all about.”

No one who has never experienced darkness can truly understand the Light.

It is impossible to truly appreciate abundance unless one has been desperately poor.

The Universe is built upon positives and negatives and without both then there could be no Universe at all.

The day always follows the night and the night always follows the day. It is an endless circle. The whole of Creation is filled with these circles —- these ups and downs — these ins and outs —- these lights and darknesses — these good times and the bad. It is the natural flow of things. We need to learn to co-exist with both the positive and the negative in our life because if we don’t then the whole thing is subject to going down the drain and becoming entirely negative.

Now everyday we should be able to understand that not every day is going to be a good day and there isn’t much we can do about this even though we do tend to be in exactly the very position in life that we choose to be because of the choices we make.

But even though we are assured that not every day is going to be a good day we can take some solace from the fact that if we get up in the morning and find ourselves alive once more, it can’t be all that bad of a day no matter what might happen.

My joy is in knowing that the Sunshine always follows the rain — that the Sun always shines after the storm — that the bad times always have a habit of passing and the good times always manage to come again.


Chapter 597

I have read a lot of nice posts about “Family” lately but I am still a little confused because “Family” is something that completely passed me by and left me sitting on a pile of ashes and memories that I would rather not recall. There is nothing now and never has been anything that even remotely resembles what other people refer to as “Family” in my life and I am definitely not looking for anything like that to materialize at this late stage of the game.

Chapter 596

The Dangers Of Being Too Inactive:

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The older you get the easier it is to fall prey to the notion that you don’t have to be as active as you were when you were still able to see your private parts. Of course, if you are too old then you are probably going to have laid back on your level of activity and, in the same rewarding scenario, you are also probably not going to be able to see your private parts without the aid of somebody to help bend you at the middle or to help you sweep the overhang to one side. LOL! LOL! LOL!

Somebody who probably should have been doing something else once made a “Study” of a group of men to see what would happen if the study group decreased the number of steps they took each day from somewhere around Ten Thousand to a Tenth of that. (10,000 steps down to about a Thousand.). I don’t know what the researchers were hoping to learn from what they were doing but maybe they were getting a shit load of research money and had to find something. I do not know and I said I do not know so no negative references to any specific group of researchers intended.

At any rate, the researchers doing the study reported that after the subject group had decreased the levels of their walking, their organic fat and cholesterol levels skyrocketed to the point where their risk factors for strokes and heart attacks increased dramatically.

It seems that some scientists reportedly believe that the proper amount and intensity of physical exercise has some power to clear the bloodstream of a lot of excess disease-causing fats and sugars in a much quicker time than happens when the exercise level is decreased or when the subjects don’t exercise at all. (I think I will keep on taking the stairs!).

Thankfully, there is a machine at my gym that simulates the actions of climbing flights of stairs. I mean it is the most boring fucking machine imaginable but if it is going to do something to me to help me be healthier then I will tolerate the boredom.

I wish there was a machine at the gym that could simulate the actions and effects of sexual activity but if there was such a thing, it would probably be either illegal or dangerous in one way or the other. Besides, if there was such a machine in a gym, and you had to pay money to use it, then the machine could probably be considered to be some kind of whore and then you would be involved in a “Prostituted” scenario — and that could not have a great outcome either.

Imagine the blackmail that could be made possible if some creep were to snap a few photos of somebody “Doin’ It” with a “Whore Machine!”  That could get ancy quickly.

“They” (The ever-present and most convenient “They” — I have often wondered who “They” are ….. They tell me that if I can squeeze my ass cheeks together for 30 minutes at a time or if I can run, walk, jog, or shuffle along for at least 30 minutes a day, I am going to meet all the requirements for my daily exercise.

Of course, I am sure it is not the same for everybody and as usual I am going to remind everybody to talk this shit over with your personal physician before you go off the deep end and start changing any of your daily routines.

Read my Medical Disclaimer again — RIGHT HERE.

Chapter 595

John Steinbeck I am not — Let that be made as abundantly clear as it should be obvious!

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But this is a picture of a beach and a conch shell in case you are on of those rare individuals who have never left your house since you were a child.

A lot of people seem to love going to beaches.

Beaches are wonderful places to sit obscurely and watch half-naked ass walking around.

Beaches are wonderful places to learn the lesson that in Modern America, bitches on beaches can run around nearly stark naked but if you are a guy you dare not expose more than an inch of flesh somewhere in the area of the calf and ankle. Double standard hypocrisy of a nation bathed in false moral bullshit!

Beaches are great places to get sand between your toes, in your eyes, in your ears, in your ass and up your nose.

Beaches are great places to occasionally find vendors hawking month-old hotdog sandwiches for outrageously-inflated prices and which have about as questionable a safety record as walking a tight wire above Niagara Falls.

Beaches are wonderful places to meet all kinds of quirky characters or to display your own character in the off-chance that you might be a quirky character yourself.

On any given day there is a one-in-a-million chance that you might discover a lichen-encrusted, half-decayed corpse of either some huge unfortunate sea creature that has washed ashore or some unfortunate sailor for whom somebody has never given up the search.

Beaches are great places for beach bums and surfers and for panhandlers and perverts.

Beaches are also wonderful places to blog about when you have a half-assed blog that very few people ever read and when it is too damned early in the morning to be out of bed but you are out of bed and you need to be doing something other than sitting idly and scratching your ass.

If you go to a big enough beach, there is every chance that you can score a pet sand crab as a pet (But check your local laws to see if it is legal to own one first) or a great place to score a case of the other kind of crabs if you make the wrong choice in social engagements.

Chapter 594

My Blue Jay Came Today


I looked out my kitchen window very early this morning, just as the Sun was coming up, and there he was ….. sitting on a wooden fence with a peanut in his mouth.  I was so happy I cried!  I have been wanting a Blue Jay to come and eat peanuts for a long time now and this morning …… there he was!  Joy unimaginable!

Chapter 593

Don’t become a victim of the “Royal Wedding” scam that could infect your computer with all kinds of malware! — ( This is a must read — RIGHT HERE!)

Never let it be said that The Imaginary Billionaire does not care about the safety and security of his millions of loyal fans and readers!

Do not be taken in by the “Royal Wedding Shared Article Scam.”

Chapter 592

The Blood Pressure Slave

I never dreamed the day would come when I would be a slave to a blood pressure cuff but I guess that day has dawned.  I am 79 (Going on 80) now and I guess it is about time for me to start falling apart at least a little bit here and there, now and then. LOL.

The good news is that the darned pressure has come back into normal ranges with a little extra attention from me towards my heretofore run-away dietary habits and a little extra emphasis on my exercise routines. Of course I have done nothing without the consent of my doctor and neither should anybody else. There is an old saying that goes, “Only A Fool Has Himself For A Physician.”

Now let us move on to other matters:

Human mortality is something that most of us dread confronting or even thinking about but as the wise sage once said, “The years creep up on us before we are even aware of what has happened and when the infirmities of old age finally stare us in the face, we are often surprised, angered and even fearful. But trust me when I tell you that no amount of anger, fear or anything else is going to change a thing! When it comes your time to get old you are going to get old and I wish some of our younger generation would understand that sometimes.

My Son used to chide me and scold me for trying to steer him in the right direction and he would inform me imperiously, “The day in which I am living is vastly different from the day in which you have lived, Dad and I am not going to make the same mistakes you made when you were growing up!”

My Son was right! He did not make the same mistakes I made when I was growing up. Like all his generation, he improved on the mistakes I made and he made them even better. He refined the mistakes I made and did them a lot better than I ever did. He did not avoid making the same mistakes I made, he just made the same mistakes with a little better flair or twist on them — He improved them but he made them just the same and worse, he made even bigger and more mistakes than I ever made. I guess that must be the progression of how things work in society.

I have discovered that the worst words spoken in The English Language are probably “What If” and “If Only.” (What if I had not done this or that the way I did it?) (If only I hadn’t spent all that money when I did!) — I will wager that everybody reading this blog post can probably come up with a few “What If” and “If Only” statements of their own and reflect on how the outcomes of those situations altered their life.

I have come to the conclusion that I am just happy to be alive right now. I know about a lot of people who never witnessed the dawning of this day and I feel privileged, happy, even blessed to have been allowed to wake up this morning.

I guess I can put up with a few inevitable little inconveniences along the way, don’t you imagine?

Chapter 591

It isn’t so much whether it is said or not but it is more important how it is said if it is to be said. So says I!

Thus we now reduce the elemental traditional blog down to an ongoing journal — or a novel — or a novella — or a book if you prefer. Chapter and verse as the days roll on, as we affirm our mortality and our transience — as we come to grips with fantasies that we once held and realities we now face, chiefest among these dearly-held fantasies, “That We Are Somehow More Than Mortal.” Realization of our own mortality can be a sobering thing!

A few days ago, we were on top of the world, without a care in the world. Today we find we are subject to going blind if we do not allow other people to perform their surgical rituals on our eyes and then we look into the mirror and gasp in the horror of self-realized agony, “Oh My God! You are an ugly old 79-year-old troll!?

If there is wisdom to be gained from this then you, dearly beloved reader, are welcome to it. If there is not wisdom to be gleaned from any of it then you are hereby petitioned to forgive the rantings and ravings of an old man.

At any rate, this blog is now an online book and the only ending it will have is going to be realized on the day that I, myself, end. And that eventuality cannot be half as far off now as it once was …. back in the days of my careless youth then I thought often that I could will myself to live for 300 years if I cared to do so.

It rained steadily yesterday. I fear my lovely patch of Iris flowers are doomed from too much moisture and a rabbit is eating the blooms off the flowers around the bird bath. I have forgotten what fried rabbit tastes like. LOL.

Today I expect that an even greater patch of Hawaii will become uninhabitable because of the eruptions around Mt. Kiluea.

I cannot imagine — I cannot comprehend how damned dumb some people must be to build their houses on the top of a known active volcano. (Or in known flood plain) (Or on the seashore of a known landing place for a Tsunami.). Are people born “Mad” or do they become that way over a period of time?

Potassium Rich Foods

In case anyone is interested I found this list of common foods that are said to be rich in Potassium that may be helpful in lowering or controlling blood pressure. Even though it is now imperative that you read my Medical Disclaimer before continuing — CLICK HERE.

The List:

Lima beans
Sweet Potato

I am sure there must be more somewhere but these are the ones I have chosen to focus on for the time being because these are the ones I enjoy the most.

May 18th, 2018

Dear Friends:

I am changing the form of the blog — for the many-est time (Is that even a word?) All the sidebar stuff is now located down in the footer. (You have to scroll down to the end of the blog to find it.) I am now going to “Write Letters” to my many thousands of devoted and loyal fans. Just consider this another eccentricity of an already eccentric eccentric. (Is that even proper word usage?

Sincerely yours,


Don’t bother to tell me about school shootings because nobody is ever going to do anything to prevent them and I am sick of hearing about them. If and when somebody in this country ever decides they want to get serious about preventing mass shootings of any kind, then I will be willing to listen again.

Is Loyalty To President Trump Somehow Disloyal To America?

I read some cockamamie suggestion like the headline title above suggests somewhere on some Trump Hater blog on the Internet —– Can’t really remember which one right now because I find all of them to be more or less worthless except for preaching to their own insignificant little choir of fellow-malcontents —— and I thought to myself, “Typical Anti-Trump, Trump-Hating rhetoric …… nothing more, nothing less!”

I can see how the headline I have chosen above might represent a sort of “Wet Dream” for the Trump Hating Crowd but there is no more logic in that headline up there than there was in the claim that anyone who opposed President George W. Bush was a traitor to his or her country —— and just after the horrendous attacks by 19 Saudi Arabian Muslims, it became fashionable in many pro-Bush circles to make that claim of “Traitor” against any American who dared even question anything coming out of the Bush Administration. I remember those days well.

Try a little nostalgia if you want to be fair in judging presidents — ( Click Here )

If you are going to get into the debate that constantly rages about President Trump between those who support him and those who hate him, then I think you are going ot have to take a minute and at least read this here — ( Click Here.).

As for me and my house personally, let me say this: “My investments have never done better under any other president, I am still not being followed by men in black suits wanting to see my papers or peering over my shoulder while I shop at Walmart, nobody has knocked on my door and demanded I turn over my guns, I can still walk freely on the streets and go anywhere I want to go and the only fear that dogs me on these forays out into the streets is the possibility that some of the immigrated scum brought into the country by the Liberals might accost me or harm me in some way —- No, my friends, the Trump Presidency hasn’t harmed me in the least thus far and since He (Trump) has had more than a year to do any of the horrible things to me that his haters have been suggesting he might do — and he hasn’t done any of them yet — I think I am on pretty solid ground with this president and I am happy with the decision of my Fellow Americans to elect him.

What I am waiting for is the collapse of the now-year-old, increasingly-expensive witch hunt going on in all the investigation bullcrap about supposed “Russian Collusion” being conducted by somebody that is beginning to look to me more and more like Senator Joe McCarthy. That “Investigation” has been going on for more than a year now and so far hasn’t come up with the first iota of evidence of any kind of whatever it is supposed to be looking for and the whole scene is becoming laughable! I don’t believe there is anything there and I don’t believe the Trump Haters are going to be able to invent, imagine or otherwise come up with anything that will stick and as far as I am concerned, they might just as well shut their mouths and accept the fact that Trump was elected and let him get on with the job he was elected to do.

I am old enough to remember when malcontents were accusing President Franklin D. Roosevelt of being a Socialist or a Communist because of his “New Deal” policies and especially because of such innovations as “Social Security.” The old argument of “Why should I give up some of what I have earned to support the lifestyles of complete strangers?” was almost everywhere back in those days.

Nothing has changed between then and now except the Hater Crowd has gotten bigger and information travels faster.


If there is one thing in this world that I absolutely hate, I would have to say that being presented with the choice of a can of cashew nuts — in a retail setting — where the label says, “Cashews with halves and pieces” is among my top pet peeves!

This is kind of like saying, “Here is a can of what is left of some ordinarily delicious nuts after our processing equipment has finished sorting and mauling and deforming a wonderful product and instead of letting you have them for a bargain price, we are going to put them into a can with a fancy label and a high price and make you think you are getting something truly wonderful for your money.”

There ought to be a a law. I think this kind of crap is akin to some condom manufacturer labeling his product with the words, “Condoms Pre-Perforated With Pin Holes.”

I do not mind, however, paying the $9 per pound for “Select” whole Jumbo cashews in a container that is absolutely guaranteed not to contain any nut dust or broken pieces.

Stepping Back

Minimalist journaling for awhile. Not feeling all that good these days. A little depressed.

In June I will be going to the Veterans’ Medical Center to have a cataract removed from my left eye and to have a piece of artificial lense implanted — and then to have some intraocular fluid removed from my newly glaucoma-laden  right eye — bummer! Weeks of discomfort and inconvenience. Is it worth it? Do I really want to do all that? Do I really care anymore, at this advanced age of 79 years, whether I go blind in a few years or not? Decisions, decisions!

I am finding joy in my Faith — I am finding joy in the fact that I am still on the right side of the sod — I am finding joy in the fact that my best friend and constant companion is still alive and able to do things and go places with me …… The experience of deteriorating is not pleasant but I should have seen it coming —– I should have been better prepared —— and maybe things are not really all that bad after all …… There are people in this world who  are a lot worse off than I am and I have to keep that thought foremost in mind so that I don’t go on too much of a big pity party.

The font that I am using today here on the blog is called, “Arial Italic”, and it is described as “An energetic type face designed for easy reading and is meant to be used online and in books.” From where I sit, it looks pretty easy to read — yes, I believe it is! I kind of like it.

I saw a single hummingbird yesterday for the shortest time. He fluttered down around some flowering ferns and was gone in an instant. I am hoping he will discover the little red feeder I put up in the Fairy Garden. No sign of the Blue Jay yet but there have been a lot of blackbirds and a few robins strutting around looking cute. I am going to pop up about a gallon of popcorn and throw it in the back yard today. The black birds dearly love popcorn and if I am lucky, I will be in the midst of Bird Land sometime today —– at least until the popcorn is all gone.

I have got to stop feeling sorry for myself and get out of this funk!